The absence left by Altheon's departure was immediate and palpable.
Noah's gaze swept across the impossible view of Aeternitas Concordia, his eyes catching every detail with the methodical precision of one who understood that knowledge was power, and power was survival.
From his vantage point atop the triangular runic platform, he could observe the intricate dance of arrival and ascension that played out across this realm of infinite possibilities.
Other platforms materialized in brilliant flashes of authority- some bearing entire contingents of Fold Dwellers who moved with the coordinated precision of military units, others delivering solitary figures whose very presence seemed to bend reality around them.
Each arrival told a story. The group that emerged from a hexagonal platform of crystallized time moved with the measured cadence of those who had learned to navigate temporal folds.
